I have a tummy. It is not small.
When I was in my mid-20s, my tummy was flat. I wasn’t eating enough — I didn’t have an eating disorder, but I was terrible at taking care of myself. As I started heading toward my 30s, and eating rationally, my tummy grew a bit, but I could still . . . → Read More: My tummy
For years, I swore I’d never have anal sex. I believed that it would have to hurt, and that it couldn’t possibly be pleasurable for the receiver. I saw it as degrading and icky and altogether something I wanted no part in. Then, this year, I started reading sex toy reviews . . . → Read More: Adventures in Buttsex
I went to lunch with my mother today, and she said she wonders what “middle-aged female academics” (which most of her friends are) could get from sex toys. Then she answered her own question: “I suppose if they want to spice things up.” Very true, but it doesn’t go to the heart of the matter.
We have . . . → Read More: Self-Love: Own Your Body
Once upon a time, there was a prince who would marry only a real princess. One night, a young woman came to the door during a storm, looking for shelter. The prince’s mother put a pea under twenty mattresses and invited her to sleep on them. When asked the next morning how she had slept, the . . . → Read More: The Princess and the Pea